His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings... And His World Is Unraveling novel Chapter 93

That night. Kitty helped me carefully organize all the financial transactions between Ethan and me over the past three years. From big purchases like designer bags and watches, to small things like a cup of milk tea or a hotpot meal, including various transfers for holidays and special occasions, everything was accounted for. Once everything was added up, I made a detailed chart. To my surprise, it turned out that I had actually spent over 50,000 USD more than Ethan during our relationship. I had been willingly giving more than he had, tricked by this scumbag. However, considering Ethan’s actual income, the money he spent on me was about the maximum he could afford based on his financial situation. Given his background, I was indeed the best choice for him. So, all of his attentive care over the past three years was really just for the hope that after marriage, I would bring him tenfold or a hundredfold returns. No wonder he completely changed overnight after we got married.

I sent the organized evidence to my lawyer, asking him to point out which debts could be pursued after the divorce. I also called my dad, asking him to get in touch with Ethan. I wanted him to arrange a meeting with Ethan to talk about our situation. I told my dad to let Ethan know that, as a businessman with a certain reputation, he couldn’t afford the humiliation of me suddenly calling off the wedding. The house and car were all available from our side, but the condition was that Ethan had to leave the current city and return to his hometown to develop. We would pay off his debts and offer him a job with a monthly salary of 20,000 USD. However, as a gesture of sincerity, Ethan had to pay a 50,000 USD betrothal gift. This would be for my consolation, but also to save fare for him.

Half an hour later, my dad sent me a thumbs–up emoji, followed by another message: “Baby, just wait, I’ll surprise you later.” The next day, I removed Ethan from my blacklist. His message asking for reconciliation appeared instantly. I responded coldly, keeping things formal, without saying too much. I scheduled the meeting for three days later.

On the day of the meeting, I specifically used a dark shade of foundation to make myself look very haggard. My dad arrived with a few of his longtime friends. The moment he saw Ethan, my dad gave him a signal. Ethan immediately kneeled, shouting to me, “Marina, I was wrong, please forgive me!” At that moment, my dad and a few uncles stood up, surrounded Ethan, and began beating him with fists and kicks. My dad cursed as he hit him, each blow landing with full force: “You little bastard! How dare you hit my daughter! How dare you deceive her! Do you think I’m an easy target?”

I sat there, watching, and finally understood what my dad meant by “surprise.” It turned out that he had gone off–script and improvised on my plan. After about seven or eight minutes of beating, I stood up and stopped my dad. “Alright, Dad, stop now! You’ll cause trouble if you keep going!” My dad quickly stopped, and a few of the men around him cleared a path, letting Ethan stumble out of the circle.

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